This is a song about "Papa docs handgun"

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I told papa it as no use, i went over and layed beside your body

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Riding around with ms. reece and them